Once it was daybreak, I was still in the living room, Cullen sitting next to me and believe it or not we were both sitting in complete silence.
After I was done with the chocolate, he took the cups and went to the kitchen to rinse them in the sink.
His steps were quiet, his movements as well. Once he was done, he was there with me again, his eyes met mine and I looked away almost immediately not really sure I could handle that intensity that he usually has in his eyes.
“The S.S.C.P has reached out”
When he finally spoke, I was caught off guard though I heard what he has just said.
“What do they want?” I ask. For the past one month, they have been silent and it was even beginning to feel like they didn’t even exist, sort from the occasional delivery of blood bags to my kitchen, I don’t
